By the time poor Earl Jon Clinton finally led Wang to clean up the "parting gifts" that Han Xing had left for them, the morning glow had already appeared in the sky in the distance.

Wang Lingjun is equivalent to not closing his eyes all night! They all looked at the morning glow in the distance, and "cried with joy" one by one, not only because they felt fortunate for the rest of their lives after the disaster, but also because of the fatigue caused by not closing their eyes all night, and their eyes were red because of the smoke, and tears fell straight down. The eyes of the soldiers led by Wang were bloodshot and red, and they blinked desperately.

Their camp had been reduced to ashes by the catastrophe, leaving nothing but a crooked hedge, and the only thing that gave them comfort was that there was still some residual heat on the ground due to the previous fire, and the soil was so dry that they could lie down and enjoy the aftermath (rè) from the dirt below.

While these ordinary soldiers led by the king were enjoying their sleep, Earl Jon Clinton was listening to the casualty statistics report, "Your Excellency, less than 1,000 soldiers died in this fire or monster attacks, and nearly 5,000 soldiers are missing. ”

"What do you mean by being missing?" Jon Clinton was also unsightly, sitting on a fallen tree, wearing improvised armor, his own (shēn) armor was charred by the fire, and he couldn't wear it if he didn't handle it properly. He yawned unconsciously, in order to prevent the soldiers under his command from finding out, he deliberately covered his mouth with his hands, no way, who made him the commander of the three armies?

"My lord, I either ran away or died in an invisible place. Or it is burned to ashes, in short, it is a situation where no one is alive and no body is seen when the dead are not seen (qíng). The junior officer replied.

Then another officer came over, he looked very hesitant, took small steps, paused from time to time, and on two occasions took a few steps back, and after a while he came hesitantly, and in just a few tens of meters, this guy was grinding for two minutes.

Earl Jon Clinton saw everything in his eyes, so he stood up and shouted at him, "Sir Abbott, I see you!" If there's anything, just come forward and tell me! Alas~~" Earl Jon Clinton sighed softly in a voice that no one could hear. If you think about it with your toes, you can see that the way that guy is grinding and grinding, and you know that it is probably not a good thing.

Earl Jon Clinton sat weakly on the fallen trunk of a tree, then closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, what happened today was really enough for him to have a headache, and sometimes, he really wanted to let go of this burden. In the eyes of the soldiers, he was their commander-in-chief, so he had to pretend to be strong, so much so that they often overlooked that Earl Jon Clinton was just a year younger than Robert.

That Sir Abbott waited for a long time to come to Earl Jon Clinton, and when he came close to two meters away, he no longer came forward, as if he was a child who had stepped forward to hand in his homework, and he was the kind that the teacher corrected on the spot!

Then his mouth moved, but unfortunately the sound he made was probably only audible to him, let alone Earl Jon Clinton, who was two meters away from him.

"Sir Abbott, my lord! Shall I ask you to come closer and speak louder? I haven't slept all night! This directly affects my hearing! Also, can you not be so far away from me? I'm not a monster, I won't eat you! "Earl Jon Clinton was very irritable, and in one night he lost several times more troops than during the day. And he barely slept all night, so if anyone encounters a situation where their career is hit and they haven't slept well all night (qíng), most of them will become irritable, right?

Sir Abbott then moved up and walked to Earl Jon Clinton's (shēn) with small steps, "My lord, I have bad news for you!" It's about..." He looked left and right, then put his mouth into Jon Clinton's ear and said, "It's about food!" ”

Earl Jon Clinton has heard too much bad news today, "Bad news? Bad news! What could be worse news than a shēn monster on fire breaking in while I was sleeping? Jon Clinton laughed to himself.

"Food! I should have thought that I had forgotten something! That's right, it's food! Without food, what will these 40,000 people eat? Without food, these 40,000 people are not even as good as beggars! Earl Jon Clinton felt a thunderstorm roll over his heart, and a chill swept over him on this summer morning, spreading from the soles of his feet to his spine.

"Say it! What happened to the grain? Say! Earl Jon Clinton suddenly burst into a rage, grabbed Sir Abbott by the collar, and roared.

Food is the capital of the army! As the saying goes, "the soldiers and horses have not moved, the grain and grass go first", this kind of problem is absolutely sloppy!

"My lord, the fire destroyed almost all of the food... I... I... Out of breath" Earl Jon Clinton let go of his hands, in fact, he didn't hear Sir Abbott say "out of breath", he had already let go of his hand weakly when he heard "all the food was burned", he was really a little disheartened at this time, he didn't even dare to imagine what the soldiers would do if they learned the bad news about the food!

"Ahem, ahem" Sir Abbott coughed violently, and even spat out a mouthful of blackened sputum, don't get me wrong, he is not terminally ill. It's just that I inhaled too much soot before!

"But, my lord, I managed to salvage a third of the food!" He said with a happy look on his face again. Hearing his words, Earl Jon Clinton was like a plant that had wilted due to lack of water, and after watering, it was instantly resurrected with full blood, and his eyes were full of light again.

Clearly, Sir Abbott was no expert at reporting, and an experienced person would have focused on describing the one-third of the food that had been salvaged, rather than the previous fire. As the saying goes, "Good news is not bad!" It's like the nuance of "only half a glass of water" and "half a glass of water left".

"But... But..." Unexpectedly, Sir Abbott began to vomit again, and Earl Jon Clinton suddenly felt a fire in his heart, "Can't you just finish it in one breath and let me digest it slowly?" The left one but, the right one but, are you trying to kill me in a hurry? Earl Jon Clinton roared, "Say it! ”

"Yes... Yes, except that all the bread has become like this. As saying that, he took out something from behind (shēn), which looked like a black hill, and even black bread would not be so black as it would be shiny!

Obviously, this black bread is a little more charcoal than bread. Earl Jon Clinton snatched the bread from Sir Abbott's hand, and then broke it with his hand, there was no softness at all, it sounded "click-clack", the only thing that reassured him a little was that it had not turned black, but had become something as crunchy as a biscuit, or a baguette that had been in the open for a month, and the moisture in it had completely escaped, and it had become rough and hard, hard as stone, and rough as sawdust in the mouth.

Earl Jon Clinton took a small bite, chewed it, and it took half a minute to swallow it with difficulty, and then nodded: "You can still eat it!" How long will the rest of the food last? ”

When did Earl Jon Clinton eat such a thing? He (shēn) was a count, and most of the time he ate fine white bread, except that it tasted salty, it was no different from the bread we ate in the flat (rì), at most it was not as good as what we ate, but it was stronger and more satisfying.

"Half a month at most, and that's still under the condition of reducing the ration (qíng)!" Sir Abbott pondered for a moment, then spoke.

Compared to the bitter (bī) Wang Lingjun, Han Xing went back to the city to sleep after leaving a mess for Wang Lingjun last night, and did not get up (chuáng) until the three poles (rì). It was about noon that Robert woke up, "Hanschel! Hanschel! Look at this, the raven just sent it today! Our letter for help, Duke Horst Tully, has been received! He held a letter in his hand that had been sealed with red wax, and broke into Han Xing's room with a happy face.

Han Xing rubbed his sleepy eyes, took the letter from Robert's hand, and just glanced at the contents, he immediately became a lot more sober, and couldn't take his eyes off it. After reading it, Han Xin also laughed, and then said, "Great, I didn't expect Ed to have arrived, Jon Clinton!" Jon Clinton, my Prime Minister, it's our turn to clean you up this time! You chased us so hard before, this time the feng shui takes turns, and it's your turn to be unlucky! ”

In this letter, it is said that Eddard has also led the Stark family's army south to Riverrun, and the combined army of Tully and Stark has reached a total of 30,000 people and is heading towards Shitang Town!

"By the way, Robert, why are you here, don't you need to watch the city?" Han Xing suddenly remembered the leader of the king outside the city, it stands to reason that they should start attacking the city! It's noon!

"Come on, the king didn't attack the city at all today, you listen, their snoring is so loud that you can hear it clearly in the city. By the way, last night I saw their camp glowing red, as if it was on fire, and honestly, did you do a good job? Robert came to the window and pointed to the royal army below and said to Han Xing, then came to Han Xing, gently pushed his left rib with his elbow, and then winked an eye and smiled evilly. Sometimes the way men show intimacy can be really weird!

Han Xing was silent, but it was a fact that he went alone to attack the enemy army at night last night (qíng), and Wang Lingjun's low spirits made him know that he didn't sleep well last night. In fact, Robert even noticed the smoke from their morning incineration, which led to the assumption that Han Xing's night attack was most likely a success.

It's not a coincidence, is it? After all, the facts were in front of him, and seeing that Han Xing was reluctant to say more, he didn't continue to ask.

Just patted him on the shoulder and said, "How long have we not seen Ed and Roy?" Half? A few months? We've been at war for a while, and it feels like a few years have passed! We'll see them again soon! I don't know what happened to them! I can't wait to tell them about what's going on! We've been doing enough lately to write a storybook! ”